When the nights are hot I sometimes
Like to sit outside,
At least until I can no longer tolerate
The bugs,
The night things watch close by,
I’ll catch a glint of a iridescent eye,
If they let me,
I am never frightened,
Not of the night things,
Their company provides
Comfort,
Rather
When I climb into bed
I shiver,
Even though the room smells
Of sweat,
So outside I stay,
Till I can resist
The temptation of dreams
No longer.
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Author:
poorrichardsramblings (
Offline) - Published: November 24th, 2022 16:02
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
this is the Poetry I aspire to write someday
Brilliant!
thank you for choosing to share, dear Poet
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